ACTRESS
What is the logic?
A long corridor leads to a hostel of invented caracters. I think that I have ADD or some illness in relation to the memory. I forgot how to return. I forgot how not leaving. I get distracted. Did you tell me something? I have the slightly feeling. I get dispersed: I'm water, I'm gas, I'm wind. Let me know if it bothers you about me wanting to scream that I'm not dead.
What is the logic?
In a long corridor there's me, being me, and I'm with them; all personifide without stop being in part themself. Therefore I stared to understand that using a costume sometimes means not to cover with other clothes, but get undress a little the soul… and accept the defeat.
